Chapter 200: Reunion

In the end, MDR couldn't escape the clutches of G36 and was dragged to the kitchen to help. After all, she was relatively normal among the Doll members of the household, particularly when it came to cooking. Though prone to daydreaming, she wouldn't wreak havoc in the kitchen like M1 Garand might.

CF05 was definitely not allowed in the kitchen, unless they were having hot pot, and even then, she'd turn everything into her version of "mildly spicy." SPAS-12 was out too; she'd sneak bites while cooking, devouring entire pots of food in no time.

But aside from them, NZ75, MP5, and MP40 were also in the kitchen, along with M200, who had limited ammunition and no indoor shooting range, and M1911, who often came to help.

With seven people in the kitchen, the workload was still overwhelming. Who knew the Doll members of the household ate so much...

As for the others... Well, some were unreliable or prone to slacking off, especially when it was time to work.

Of course, not everyone was like that. M1 Garand and P38 were in the warehouse counting inventory, while Nagant Revolver, Simonov, and A-91 had been conscripted.

Jaeger and Vector were patrolling with powered exoskeletons, leaving MG3, the master slacker, and RFB, the hardcore gamer, behind. They were among the best slackers, especially MG3, who had abandoned her tomboy persona and mastered the art of blending into the background, making it hard for anyone to notice her.

RFB, on the other hand, would undoubtedly zone out during work, so it was better to let her play alone. She was easy to maintain and had no complaints as long as she had power and a game to play... Well, enough of that.

And as for P90? She probably hadn't even made it out of the bathroom yet.

"Hey! Is anyone there? Can someone bring me a towel?"

P90's cries for help went unanswered, but BM59 and C96, carrying the UMP sisters, HK416, and the small Doll, were heading to the workshop and definitely didn't hear her.

"You guys were supposed to be in another city, right? How come you suddenly ended up here, next door to Sangvis Ferri?"

"Huh? Well, the Commander was planning to order some equipment, but then it seemed like there were free ones available here, so we just moved over. Apart from the inconvenience of shopping, this place is quite nice. You can take walks, uh, I mean, patrol around, and even go to the beach on the coast."

Unfortunately, there weren't many fish left in the sea, or they would have been eager to patrol. Except for the infected buried under the rubble, there were hardly any living creatures in the city, making patrols in the coastal areas relaxed and pleasant.

Every morning and afternoon, two people would patrol the surrounding area to see if any infected had escaped from the rubble. Generally, there weren't any. So if there were fish in the sea, they could fish after the patrol was over.

But alas, there were no fish in the sea.

"Hey, HK416, why do you look so disheveled again? Is your imprint weapon broken?"

BM59 examined HK416's gun, which looked severely damaged, raising concerns about its usability.

The last time BM59 saw HK416, she had been pulled out of the sea by Renault. Although she seemed battered and bruised, her body hadn't been severely damaged.

But this time was different. When she was cleaning UMP45 earlier, she had already seen the huge breach on HK416's torso, likely where her fire control core was? And with the imprint weapon in such a state of disrepair, the sensors inside were probably also scrap.

Apart from reordering one from IOP, there didn't seem to be any other way. And Renault wasn't keen on repairing imprint weapons; although there weren't many internal sensors, the circuitry inside was dense.

Most of the focus for Dolls was on their weapons. The technology wasn't particularly complex, but mass-producing imprint weapons required a complete set of supporting facilities; otherwise, the cost would be astronomical.

"In short... well, the reason is a bit complicated..." Hearing BM59's question, HK416 hesitated, feeling embarrassed to speak out. She had been directly kicked out of the team by her superiors before a mission, and then she was sent for core disassembly... and so on...

"Before a mission, she was kicked out of the team by her superior and sent directly for core disassembly. Originally, they were going to melt down the neural core directly, but this girl managed to escape on her own." UMP45, who knew a bit about it, said matter-of-factly, ignoring HK416's evasive words.

"You!" Hearing UMP45 expose her wound so quickly, HK416 was about to explode, but then she remembered this wasn't Griffin, and with UMP45's sorry state and before figuring out what Renault was up to, it was better to keep a low profile.

Just as she was thinking this, C96, carrying UMP9, had already pushed open the door to the workshop and shouted, "Maria! Commander has brought back new Dolls! You guys have company now!"

"Huh? Where did Renault go? It's been a whole day, why hasn't he come back yet?" Maria, facing the window with her laptop, hadn't seen the crowd entering the door, only complaining with a tired voice.

She had expected a call yesterday, thinking she would be able to use the new bodies the next day, but now she had waited a whole night, plus most of the day, and it would soon be dark again!

"The Commander just went to check on the condition of the new food. He'll probably be here soon. He also needs to check on HK416 and this little girl. Do you want to see them?"

Although BM59 was asking, she had already stepped forward and turned the laptop, which was facing the window, around.

"Oh, oh! I see, I see! Four in total? How many people do you have here now? And how many more Dolls does Renault want to pick up before he's done?" Maria counted on her fingers, realizing that Renault had already exceeded the number of elite Dolls at Sangvis Ferri.

"Hey, Maria, let me see too." As Maria compared the strength of Renault and Sangvis Ferri, UMP40 squeezed past her and approached the screen.

And lying flat on the workbench, UMP45 heard this voice and immediately twisted her neck.

"40!"

"45!"